Scenes From A Circus

Your lion has left the ring now
Blood there in the dust
Every jaw hanging open
Look on if you must
How are you dreaming?
High on your hill
Gold in the turning light
I remember it still
Up there somewhere in the ether
Summers without shoes
Now you’re here with the danger
Things you cannot do
How are you dreaming?
High on your hill
Gold in the turning light
I remember it still
I remember it still
I remember it still